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Thunderclap Rolling over waves of soil and stone and leaves, wind and rain, reflecting off the curling edges of heat and clouds, the same air it tore like cloth now drowns it oceanically outward until the flash of revelation conceived in the embrace of heaven and earth has become a low and gentle plea against the ravages of distance. |
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